Horus Plays The Guitar

I am delighted to introduce Horus. He came into my life like magic. I never intended to go cat hunting. Our London pad was already filling up with various animalistic ambiences. One looses track at times when one loves animals so much. Gets carried away. The more the merrier. Just one of something you love from the animal kingdom seems rather selfish to me. Personally speaking animals like to have friends.

Things are usually easier to blend under one roof. Even if a species be of many differences to the set already residing in the home-net. One set seems to entertain the other in ways one cannot describe. In the end after tuning up one's pack of various assorted creatures. One resigns to a pointed bed set. Usually you see, beds end up upside down, back to front. Sofas become beds. The sofa-bed is never a sofa anymore. Animals end up squeezing into yours somehow. They have a silent method of getting under one's sheets. However you plan the set. Something will always surprise you. Just like Horus pictured here who took to the guitar as his instrumental toy.

A guitar lay down in a hidden corner. All alone looking so lonely. There are various instruments in our jam-packed stacked pad. Some are so worn out, like old time swingers in town. They never actually go blue in the face, yet still carry on playing the blues. Instruments tend to get like that, forever speaking to you from an inner voice. You have no choice. You got stuck with this guitar because of one lover. Another because of your Mother. Then one turned up on a blind date. One was a gift at a gig you hate as the ' DJ ' was late. Suddenly they are here, there, everywhere. You cannot part with any. All holding stories. Topping the icing on the cake from all those strings you picked, plucked in life moments. Romance, or screaming blue murder, as your girlfriend disappears down a wormhole. Suddenly you find one on a bed by your cats toes.

One day Horus decided to play the guitar. He ran his feet up and down strings. Created chords sounding like cats purring. Intertwined with his own homemade screams. We left him to his own devices. The guitar he picked was an old timer. Horus was just two when he started playing the blues of his own kind of cat creation. Strange I know, but certain kinds of rhythmical cat purring began to pour blended with guitar string sounds. As he jumped on top of it's head. Incidentally, his eyes are bright blue too.

This mixture seemed to blend within a unique sound. You were told what, when to sit, listen to his tune, here and now. Horus's eyes stare right into yours. Piercing firm orders given. 'Sit down now', Horus purrs . You know how some cats stare at you like glue, until you glue yourself to them.

Going back to my journey with Horus. How on earth was I bestowed to receive a blue Siamese ? It goes something like this,with a tail ending twist. A swinging, spiritual purr twist at the start. The rest of the tale is indeed as artistic as they come. Be on your toes ready to hum to a purr with strings. Beats compete with our in house drum. We will worry about our drummer later.

One day upon realising our fairly new London pad was right by a' Mouse Castle'. I know there is a castle in London where sacred birds sit. Someone has to protect it's jewels. Better off the birds see to those matters. At my end of town, one needn't worry about priceless items like jewels. One does need to worry about natures hat-tricks. Upon transitioning from one borough to another. Like rabbits we dug our new hole fast. London is a fast moving city when it comes to moving around. Finding a nest is easy. Then the fun starts. The mouse castle I'd noticed, was too close for comfort. I made the decision as quick as I counted to number thirteen. Not an unlucky one for me. Flipped open my phone. Went to ' Cats Needing a Home'. Determined to hunt for a Siamese. Didn't have to look far. There he was looking me directly in the eyes from the screen. Made a date online with the chap who replied. Everything was set ready to go.

This bit gets really awesome. I had the address scribbled down for collection of ' Horus'. I took my car to a London area, I was somewhat familiar with, for it was a 'central' position. You would say ' downtown' in the states.I parked fairly neat. I recognised the street. Although London is so vast, one can never pin to point an address. Check the map always a good idea. Somehow, upon following my walking foot map after parking my car. Presto, another map of electronic kind stood inside my glossy piece of steel.Unreal things we use at times. It happened to be dusk by now. Time always speeds up, when you are collecting something important. Finally upon touching steps of the address at hand. A familiarity occurred where I felt I had been there before. I kept focused although the building in question definitely rang some bells. I continued, as I walked up steps to rather a flashy swanky entrance, I realised I had lived there once many years before. There were many floors with many lifts. Numbers flashed before my eyes. I dazzled the porter, I think, with tummy butterflies of excitement. I was nearly at the collection point of my new Siamese.

I pushed the right floor number on the lift. The whole place had transformed quite a bit since I'd grabbed a spot herewith many years ago. Keeping my thoughts on my bargain. The lift glided upwards to the floor I required. I stepped out of the lift. Walking straight to the apartment where I'd meet my new Siamese. An exotic looking man wearing a huge turban peered through a door. He had sat waiting for me with my new Siamese all wrapped up cozily underneath a blanket near his mother on the floor.

I recognised the apartment. I said, to the man in the turban.' I once lived here for a short time many years ago'. He replied ' That's amazing , then this is fate and our cat was meant for you'.

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